by Writing Shark
The mission demands sacrifice
A few days later, Professor Clark is driving his sports car through the dark, foggy night. Sarah sits next to him in the passenger seat, her head bent into his lap. The music drowns out her soft licks but her tongue gets better every time she sucks his cock.
Some of the girls are still getting used to their role as cam-whores, while others are thriving in front of the camera Cecilia holds in front of their faces whenever she’s not part of the show. But all the girls show clear signs of unquestioning loyalty, something that is important to the former soldier.
And then there’s Sarah. If the professor didn’t know any better he would enter into a relationship with this girl. The young girl’s devotion goes beyond anything a paid whore can achieve. As he drives the two of them through the woods at night to the hotel, his base of operations, he realizes that he doesn’t necessarily have what it takes to be a whore. He looks after his horses too well for that.
But that’s why he has his men.
“Morning chief,” Vespasian greets him and smiles flippantly at Sarah. “Hooker.” Sarah doesn’t like the man everyone calls Vespasian, but she respects him because Caesar, Professor John, wants her to. And besides, she is a whore. At least in front of the camera. Still, she cheekily sticks her tongue out at the soldier while clinging to John. Yes, she’s a whore, but she’s John’s special whore.
Not like Miss Combton. Her favorite teacher lies dirty and used on the soldier’s bed and appears to be passed out.
“Shit Ves,” John snorts. “Can’t you behave yourself?”
“Behave what?” quips Vespasian. “What did you expect?” John grabs Sarah and drags her into the next room, grumbling angrily.
“Sir.”
“We need to talk here Cal,” John grunts. “Ves has been too rough again.”
“He’s been using her all night,” grumbles the huge soldier Sarah has come to know as Caligula.
“I know,” John groans, flipping open the laptop on the table where Caligula has spread the contents of the minibar. “Just give me a little more time and you’ll all have more than enough sex.” Sarah sees Caligula look towards the door to the room. It seems to her that the man is more concerned about the woman.
If her web shows have told her anything, it’s that the internet is full of men like Vespasian and Caligula. Many of them want to humiliate the girls and Sarah has often had to hold her friends in her arms when they reach orgasm through humiliation. The internet doesn’t know aftercare. But other men she chats with are nice and friendly and enjoy spending time with her. What Hayworth couldn’t teach her in all that time, Sarah learned from complete strangers who give her money to undress for them. The world is gray, foggy, sometimes scary, but somehow romantic. And Mr. Clark is her light tower in the fog.
“So why are we here?” comes Vespasian’s voice from the door. Augustus enters the room behind him.
“For the next step,” Caesar replies and pushes past Vespasian. Then he stands in front of the PC.
But to their surprise, they all look at Sarah.
“What is it?” asks the schoolgirl, looking curiously at their faces. Caligula looks at her with a troubled expression. Augustus is neutral, perhaps a little annoyed. But Vespasian smiles wickedly. “John?” When she sees his look, she freezes. Her mentor looks resignedly at her. Then he changes, becoming steely and cold, but his voice becomes warm and soft.
“You’re my best student, Sarah,” he says, stroking her cheek. The girl melts into his palm and closes her eyes briefly. By now she is used to the mixture of fear, lust, love and joy that Professor Clark arouses in her. So she listens attentively to his words, no matter how much it hits her. “And you’re my best source of income. People love the way you act in front of the camera.”
“Thank you, Professor,” she breathes.
“And that’s why you know we have to keep going. We need to expand. And you can help me with that.”
“How, Professor?” Sarah knows, doesn’t want to hear the words, but asks anyway. The fear of losing him is greater than the fear of being used by him. She lets herself be used for him.
“You already know that, sweetie,” Vespasian interjects, smiling grimly. And the professor does nothing. It’s his colleague, his comrade under arms, Sarah is just a young, naive student. She realizes that she doesn’t have the value for her lover that she thought she did. “Exactly,” the dashing soldier adds. “Now you’ve understood.” Then he slips his jacket off his body and steps towards her.
Sarah is shocked. Somehow she knew what was going to happen, but for the professor to just stand there and do nothing… She looks him in the eye and he returns her gaze. He will watch her being taken by the men and Sarah knows there is nothing she can do about it. That’s not a bad thing. John has shown her that she likes sex, that she likes obeying men. But she thought she had a special place in his heart, or at least in his world.
Her questions go unanswered, her worries ignored, as the mean man grabs her and drags her to the bed. Caligula mumbles something about not getting the bed dirty this time, then the man has already pulled down his pants and his stiff penis presses against her pussy. It happens very quickly, hastily and without emotion.
Sarah moans as he penetrates her, but the Professor has trained her well and her body reacts all by itself. Soon her cunt is squelching under the man’s quick, convulsive thrusts.
“Fuck you little whores are really tight. No comparison to your worn-out teacher.” Sarah can only moan. Where John is precise and skillful, Vespasian is quick and rough. He doesn’t care about her pleasure or lust and Sarah is grateful to the Professor for making sure she gets wet through unwanted sex.
As Vespasian pumps into her, she can’t look him in the eye. First she squeezes them together, then she flinches as he grabs her chin, presses their lips together and lets his tongue glide over her cheeks. She feels his hot breath on her skin, the sweat on his loins and the wetness between her legs. It is terrible and wonderful at the same time. And Sarah longs for the professor.
As gasping moans escape from between her compressed lips, she sees out of the corner of her eye how the professor and his men are bent over the PC. He ignores the sex on the bed and the cutting comments from her rapist.
And then he turns around.
While Augustus explains something to him, he turns to Sarah. And he looks worried.
He’s worried about me, Sarah thinks. He wants me to be well! Yes!
Joy flows through her and she understands what he wanted from her when he said she could help him. Of course she was going to be used, she knew that. That wasn’t the help he wanted from her. A girl like her was made to be used.
He wants me to be happy! So I can prove myself to him! It likes me after all!
“Shit, she’s getting really tight,” Vesapasian triumphs, grabbing one of her small breasts through her uniform. “You little whore like this!”
“Yes!” Sarah hisses and wraps her legs around him. “Yes, Ves you fuck me so well! Please keep going! Please use me and fuck me!” Her arms wrap around him and pull the man against her body as she tightens her vagina to make him cum faster.
Sarah turns her head to the side and looks at the professor. He turns around briefly, watches, and nods approvingly at her.
“Yes, yes Ves! Fuck me! Use me! Take me! Fuck my tight cunt!”
After Vespasian, of course, it’s the others’ turn and Sarah does everything they tell her. Caligula hurts her when he takes her because he is so big but Sarah thinks of the professor and kisses the huge man wildly on the mouth while her petite body almost disappears under him.
Augustus wants her to ride him and as her hips slam into his and her skirt flies, she looks at her teacher who watches her appreciatively.
Then it’s Vespasian and Augustus who take her together, something new for her but again his best student shines.
She spends the night in the hotel with the men and when John leaves her, it is no longer bad for Sarah. She is happy with her life.
Writing Shark 